Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slave. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.